Show THE TH SOULS EXPRESSION With stammering lips and insufficient sound Bound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature day and night nigh With dream and thought and feeling in And answering all the senses round With octaves octa s of ot a mystic depth and bight Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of the sensual ground This son of soul I struggle to Through portals por ls of the sense sublime and whole And utter all myself into the air all allBut But If It I did it as the thunder roll Breaks its own cloud my flesh would perish there Before the dread apocalypse of us soul au 1 Elizabeth Elizaeth Barrett Browning |